Sometimes
I am cuddly
like a little kitten.
And then you are there
with that special smile,
a little amused,
but above all benevolently,
Do you like them,
my tenderness attacks
with fleeing fingers,
who prance over your skin
and agile lips,
who besiege yours.
Sometimes
I am happy
like a little kitten.
And then you are there
with that special smile,
a little amused,
but above all benevolently,
do you like it,
that I straighten myself
and can not keep still,
because the joy stirs me,
To wind you
with my arms,
until I feel comfortable
and purring,
that your hand strokes my hair,
very soft.
